
Harriet the Spy, illustration by author Louise Fitzhugh
Eloquent blogger and recent stalwart dieter Sarah Cavanaugh wrote me the other day with the following questions: "I keep hearing that French people aren't fat. What is their secret? Do they snack at all? At what times do they eat meals?"
First of all, I can confirm that this isn’t just some ill-founded collective belief: a majority of French people are thin - especially women living in urban areas. Not all of them are sticks, of course, but few Frenchwomen between the ages of 0 and 50 or 60 wear over a size 8-10.
Not being a French woman myself, I can’t say with absolute certainty what the secret is. There may be some sort of handbook they’re all given, or magic may be involved – I’m not sure about that. But for what it's worth, here are some things I've observed:
1. Keep moving. The European lifestyle is pretty active. This is especially true in cities. Here, people have a tendency to walk a lot, or to ride bikes. I have students who live in the suburbs outside Paris, and due to a major hatred of traffic, they prefer to leave their vehicles at home and take public transport, often followed by a bit of a walk, to get to where they need to go when they come to the capitol.
The French value sporting activities in general. Most people can name at least one regular physical activity they do, be it yoga, working out at the gym, hiking, biking, dance, football (soccer), etc. Just about everyone can swim and ski: they learn these through school (the latter usually while on a class trip to the Alps).
2. Portion control. One of the most mystifying things about skinny French woman is how they stay so thin in a country that’s obsessed with food – food that’s often covered in creamy sauces, and accompanied by thick slices of cheese. It’s not easy to find a lot of “diet-friendly” foods here: You've really got to look around for grilled chicken breasts, though fatty ham is easily located. Typical diet standby snacks like carrots and celery aren’t eaten raw, but cut up and covered in mayonnaise or oil and vinegar.
So how do they do it? While there are some women who flat-out refuse to let anything fattening pass their lips, most just take small portions. Frenchwomen don’t deprive themselves of the good, rich food their country has to offer. To do so would be unpatriotic.
Eating smaller portions isn’t as hard for French people as it is for Americans. We’re a country where everything is big, from our landmass, to the amount of food on our plates. For most of us, if we go to a restaurant and spend $15 for a meal, the food better be stacked high. When I first brought the boyfriend to a New Jersey diner, he ordered meatloaf (who does that??), and then had a moment of panic when he got a long plate with five thick slices of it, plus heaping portions of potatoes and vegetables. “I’ll never finish this!” he moaned. (He didn’t think about doggie bags because those don't exist in his native country (except at pizzerias and other fast-food places)).
"le péché mignon" ("guilty pleasure") from the delightful blog/book Paris vs. New York by Vahram Muratyan
In France, you get a small portion but the food is supposed to be high quality. When I first looked at a French serving size, I felt cheated. But when I started eating, I began to realize that I didn’t need a lot of food to feel full. I’ve rarely left a restaurant here feeling stuffed, just satisfied.
3. Keep it natural. Another thing that might help French women stay skinny is that the food here has less fatty additives. I wouldn’t have believed this, but after years of eating French food – everything from bread, to cookies, to snacks, to microwaveable meals – I now have a hard time digesting a lot of its American counterparts. It seems like in some cases in the US, no matter what you do, you’re still ingesting a lot more fat than you would somewhere else.
I’ve also noticed that in France, natural, low-fat food like produce is usually quite affordable – unlike in places I’ve visited in the US, where it’s often less expensive to buy a frozen pizza than the ingredients for a basic salad.
4. Waste management. Although they’re discreet about it, if you ask a lot of Frenchwomen about what they eat regularly (something I often do in English lessons when we’re studying verb tenses), you’ll frequently hear things like, “When I wake up, I drink hot water with lemon juice,” or “I always have a yogurt.” These women are using natural, healthy techniques to keep their systems flushing out waste.
5. Where there’s smoke… But the French don’t have it all figured out in a good way. Because here’s a dirty little secret: a lot of those skinny Frenchwomen are fixated on something other than food -- la cigarette.
It seems to me that a majority of French people are at least occasional smokers. When smoking was banned in restaurants and public buildings here a few years ago, a lot of people, like my chain-smoking in-laws, freaked out. Today, you will see groups huddled outside in all weather, puffing away in the shelter of a doorway. One day last winter, I found myself struggling up a hilly street’s icy sidewalk behind a woman who had a broken ankle. One of her hands was occupied with her crutch. The other, with a lit cigarette.
If cigarettes vanished from the face of the earth tomorrow, I think we’d see a lot more heavyset French women.
6. Fat = Bad. Here, most people have no problem critiquing someone for being overweight. When I first came to France as a student, I wore a US size 12-14, and was comfortable in my skin. Though I was in good health, and far from obese, whenever I went to the doctor, I was always sternly told that I should lose a few pounds. Few Frenchmen looked at me. In fact, my first serious boyfriend here was Tunisian, a culture that appreciates more curvy women.
The French are known for their bluntness. Though it seems offensive to outsiders, for them it’s actually a compliment: they won’t lie to you. One day, I passed a store that had a gorgeous embroidered jacket in the window – and it was on sale. I immediately went inside. “This is the last one we have,” the saleswoman said to me. I noticed she and her colleague were giving me dubious glances. “Can I try it on?” I asked, taking off my bulky winter coat and the thick shawl I’d put under it. “Ah,” she exclaimed, not bothering to lower her voice, “she is not so big!” And they let me try the coat. The good thing about this honesty is that you’ll probably never be sold something that’s too small for you. On the other hand, you have to put your pride aside.
There are some places where this disapproval isn’t the case. Northern French people, for example, tend to be fuller-figured – perhaps because of their diet (which typically includes a lot of fries and beer) and genetics.
7. Attack on snacks. Along with this “obesity is bad" mentality is the role of snacks. Amazingly, while smoking is very lightly admonished (if admonished at all) by society, snacking between meals is taken a lot more seriously. The French government requires all advertising for fast food and snack products to include a warning, much like what you’d see on a pack of cigarettes. These warnings typically say things like: “Snacking between meals causes weight gain,” or “It is recommended to have at least 30 minutes of physical activity per day.”

Even the McDonald's France webpage includes one of these warnings, at the bottom left: "For your health, eat at least five fruits and vegetables a day."
French people do snack, occasionally – but much more rarely than Americans.
In general, meals are also extremely regulated. People tend to eat at the same time every day (which varies according to each person's schedule, work hours, etc).
8. Sugar-free. Though they have some amazing pastries here, the French also seem like more of a non-sugar kind of society. When it comes to sweets, most French women rarely indulge in anything but very dark chocolate. Even Frenchmen don’t seem to crack that easily for candies and such. Whenever we have our Halloween party, there’s always so much candy left over – and no one wants to take any home.
9. Something about the genes. No matter what anyone says, I fully believe that genetics plays a role in how our bodies handle weight. I once watched a home video of my great-aunts and great-grandmother, and I noticed that our bodies were exactly the same: big upper arms, belly, smallish breasts.
Most 100% French people tend to be thin. Men can be sturdy – for example, my boyfriend is tall and broad-shouldered. But I can’t imagine his body with much weight on it. Women here seem slight, as though if their bones held too much fat, they’d snap. The average French woman is taller than I am, but to me, they always seem tiny.
All of these characteristics have combined to make French women the champions of slimness in the Western world. And though it’s good to aspire to some of their methods, like an active lifestyle and regulating portions but not depriving yourself, other aspects of their thinness, like smoking and a lack of respect for overweight people, aren’t so great.
So that’s why French people - especially women -- are thin, and how they stay that way, as far as I can gather.
....And now to reward myself with a cookie for this investigative work!


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Now Quebec women fall into the category of french women and yes there are the skinny fashionistas but also the overweight.
Poutine, tarte au sucre and greasy french fry trucks will do that to you.
This was quite interesting and I think it all comes down to portion control.
Less is better to them. But not to their sisterhood in Quebec.:)
One milles feuilles to go please!
HUGGGGGGGGGGG
Interesting piece. Think you covered all angles.
Besides the genetic, it's common sense, seems to me.
Eat what tastes good, but less... move around, exercise
Fine investigation, Alysa/OS's Harriet the Spy. You deserve that cookie.
It really is true about good-quality food being more satisfying. I think when you eat something "cheese-like", your subconscious know what it's supposed to taste like, and when it doesn't taste like it should, you keep eating more of it, hoping in vain that you will finally be satisfied. But when you eat a piece of real, honest cheese, your brain says, "Ahhhh!", and you end up eating less. That's my theory anyway.
I also do believe that there are certain genetic body types, and in relatively homogeneous cultures, there isn't a lot of variation. (Like Rita, I felt kind of large when I was in Paris, even though here, at a size 8-10, I'm on the smaller side of average.)
That said, the mix between American men and Quebecois women was something very special. There was a chemistry there that I enjoyed very much. And unlike the folks in Paris, the French of Montreal are the friendliest, most helpful and polite people you'll ever meet.
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I read "French Women Don't Get Fat" and like your post, it was filled with all kinds of interesting tidbits. One I recall is how French women consume a lot of water. I think the key is definitely portion control. Eat what you want, just don't eat a ton of it. Quality food, along with fresh ingredients. In the U.S. portion control is out of control. I'm trying to rewire my brain in this regard.
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Lezlie
Eat what you want, don't be neurotic. Move more. Not like 4 hours a day on a treadmill more, but an hour a day at the gym is good for your stress level as well as your butt.
If you are diabetic, take your meds and don't slog down carbs. Really, nutrition is not rocket science, it's not art either, it's just plain common sense, hopefully not hiding a neurotic edge of bitter obsession.
Anyway, great post, as always!
With our new 'clan' I am meeting so many more women who just endlessly go on and on about either being fat or the food is fattening or they're criticizing themselves in the mirror. I often feel like screeching at them to shut up and enjoy your meal ! Or shut up and skip the meal, but hush!
It brings me back to wonders I had years ago and now am having again: I truly wonder if the largest issue for too many Americans is the obsession.
American hippie women seem much more like the French. You eat when it's meal time, never stuff with a bunch of processed food, move around a lot all day, and use your mind for other things than thinking about food and weight. I don't know many obese hippie women either.
I think you are spot-on with your reasons, and I'll add one more that I believe factors in heavily (no pun intended);
There are many food additives or modifications allowed in the US that have been banned in Europe for many years. All of the following are either banned outright, or extremely regulated...genetically modified foods, many pesticides, bovine growth hormone, chlorination of meat, Phthalates and Bisphenols - commonly used in plastics, some artificial sweeteners, like Stevia, and some food dyes.
It's bound to make a difference in how your body digests and uses food when you take all of this out of the mix.
Of course, the French put some of those chemicals right back with the cigarettes - c'est la vie!
There is also a great link here in the U.S. between obesity and poverty. As you pointed out, sometimes the unhealthy foods are cheaper here and if you're on a limited budget, it makes short-term sense to buy unhealthy. I live in a fairly prosperous suburb and the obesity epidemic among young people seems less in evidence here than it is in many other, less prosperous communities I've visited. When I hear the First Lady attacking childhood obesity, I applaud but doubt she'll have great success unless poverty is also addressed.
I was not aware that they have now approved Stevia - It'll be interesting to dig around and see what is the thinking behind that move. Thanks!
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Stevia's history is of centuries! of safe use, that's why it's now legal in the EU.
Sorry, Alysa, for the tangent here...I get so mad at the bogus restrictions here in our country due to business profit scares.
I just want to let everyone know, I am neither in favor of, nor completely opposed to, the idea of dieting and/or the French method (except I don't like smoking/the smell of cigarette smoke, and I think belittling others because of their weight is ridiculous). I think we each have to do what we feel when it comes to dieting for cosmetic reasons - though certainly if it's a health issue, we should try to keep to strict guidelines, of course.
Lea - I have always wondered about the scarf thing, too! Nine years here and I still can't casually-yet-oh-so-stylishly knot a scarf like a real Parisienne!
Smoking is not evil. It stinks to non smokers. But then again,
who wants a nonsmoking big
“ fat” healthy gal telling you you are stinky & evil …
They can keep their curves to themselves..
Stick figure French gals sayin shit like “Ah “,
not bothering to lower her voice, “she is not so big!”
should be American manhandled from a gentleman with crude propriety.
“she big, enough, ladies” I might say, “ sometimes a guy likes the curves, ya know?”
(I am 140 lbs, a slender little skeleton. And I smoke!!)
I would do well in France, I am realizing thru yr posts.
Lots of tall skinny little French gals with bluntness,
which I got a lot of,from America and a German heritage.
Aint no bluntness like German bluntness, achtung.
It probes the soul.
Ever been to Germany?
I was there for the whole lifespan of mein fuhrer, mein vater.
Father. Whatever.
He said, re French girls he met whilst f-ing liberating Paris in 1945,
“achblech, they whorish, they want sex.”
“so?”
“urghs,blach,ach, I had my girl at home. My Eleanor. These girls, they wanted cigarettes and stockings. Huh.Not good girls. Nein.”
Well I am educated yet again re. this wild surrealistic alternative universe of France, thanks to u.
Oddballs, indeed.
Cowper said:
“The Frenchman, easy, debonair, and brisk,
Give him his lass, his fiddle, and his frisk,
Is always happy, reign whoever may,
And laughs the sense of mis'ry far away.
William Cowper, Table Talk, line 237.
Bryson? Bill?he said:
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“In France, a chemist named Pilatre de Rozier
tested the flammability of hydrogen by gulping a mouthful
and blowing across an open flame,
proving at a stroke that hydrogen
is indeed explosively combustible
and that eyebrows are not necessarily a permanent feature of one's face.”
― Bill Bryson, A Short History of Nearly Everything
I stayed with a friend in Paris and found it fascinating to observe the differences in kitchen design and cooking and shopping habits. It was much more like Manhattan - tiny kitchen, tiny refrigerator, many small neighborhood shops for groceries, baked goods, etc.
People didn't get in their cars (and many didn't own cars), drive to a supermarket and buy enough food to feed a small army for a week. Many of them decided on their way home what they wanted to eat that night, stopped at the little store down the street on their way home from work, and bought a small bag of groceries - mostly fresh ingredients. The checkout lines were short and efficient. It was a painless stop. Another big difference - fewer, simpler choices for cereal, bread, etc., and a lot fewer processed foods overall.
Except for all the smoking, it seemed like a much healthier lifestyle.
One story exemplifies the difference for me (and speaks to your genetics suggestion). I was taking an Italian class while I was studying there, and the teacher was an absolutely tiny lady: probably weighed a hundred pounds soaking wet, which she always was in class because she swam for an hour before our 8 a.m. meeting time. We took a tour of the Perugina chocolate factory (which was located just outside the town I lived in) and before we left, she stood in front of us and cautioned us soundly. "They give out samples, but you must take only one piece. Chocolate is not good for you, and Americans have a much greater tendency to get fat than Italians. So they say as much as you want, but one! Just one!" And you'd better believe, she didn't so much as glance at the Tunisians, French or Germans in the class, just us fat, sloppy Americans. Stereotypical, sure. But not too wide of the mark. Fantastic post!
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@Rw005g - Your observations about Montréal and the Québecoise women are most interesting. The city is known as the Paris of North America.
SIGH. I like her anyway...
i think all the skinny french chicks i have met
are nice, too. they have a nice way of
making a dumb hick american
like me feel important.
plus they are so tiny
and compact that
you can fit them
in yer backpack
& smuggle them
home sometimes.
no girl can be too thin or too smart or too fat.
it is against the nature of femininity to
be somehow transcribed into
a damn geometry book,
or, if she=volutptuous,
a calculus book,
with the
curves
defined
precisely.
my opinion , anyway...
(I'm no a doctor but I played one on TV.)
But I always wanted to be one and I read WebMD a lot. I estimate I'm about 8% doctor.
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Margaret - The TV-watching is probably less of an issue here for most people, mainly because there's a lot less on offer than with US cable packages and such. It is a less TV-oriented culture in general (you rarely even see ads for shows - I often don't even know what day/time things are on). I don't know if sitting around watching TV is less healthy than smoking (...or if it is, I don't want to admit it, since I definitely have my moments when I do the former.... :-) ), but you're right: it's a habit that might contribute to obesity in societies where it's a major issue. Thanks for the food for thought - no pun intended.
I realized I'd rather have a small but real omelet, with real cheese, than ever EVER eat fat-free cheese again.
(And I found some better cookbooks).
Great post. Yes, exercise, small portions, and moderation are the keys to happiness. And thinner thighs.
I missed smoking, and toking, too... But then I realized that I missed the people that I used to do that with and started finding other avenues to be with people doing good and healthy things.
You can't imagine the conversations you can have while out on a biking excursion with a local bike club, or meeting people on a mountain bike trail, or at a gym trying to work up the courage and stamina to get on that torture device. Or even just walking around our local college's sidewalks and trails.
Heck, once at Michigan State University I found a hidden statue which was a bust of a woman from the navel up that was partially buried on a trail. Interesting. It must have been an art project. I had never heard of it at all before... I was just so surprised to find it...
I got to the point that I didn't miss smoking, or toking, anymore... AND I could run farther, bike harder, walk faster and farther once I got the poisons out of my system... A win-win.
I was in England a few years ago and I met a couple who asked me where I was from. I was surprised because no one had asked me that before. I played cagey, and asked them where they thought I was from. 'Canada' was their considered answer...
'Why Canada' I asked...
Well, because you don't look like the typical American. You aren't fat, rude, and have that vacant look in your eye.
I was shocked. I paused and thought what they said. At that point, I weighed probably the least I had ever since high school. I was in shape. I substituted the gym for walking all over England until my feet were ready to leave me for a more sedate person.
Then I looked around and could almost pick out the Americans. I laughed and thanked them, and said that well, no I was an American but could understand their opinion...
Odd, and it's stuck. I gained a bit of weight due to a Morton's neuroma and an end to my running career (and I still use my stepper against doctor's orders) and guess that my belief in treating people well and being empathetic set me apart.
I did get hit on by a gay man in San Juan Puerto Rico which caused a friend to comment that it was a perfect reason to 'gain a lot of weight'. Um, I'm not gay, and not being gay isn't a good reason for much of anything...
But anyway...
gonzoid - I'm sorry about your health condition. As for the comment you got about not looking like an American, I've heard similar things here. I'm glad I can show French people that not all Americans are what they expect - just as I know and tried to explain here that not all French people are skinny little sticks.